For roughly three years Jesus poured Himself into followers. Teaching, loving, displaying God-power, rebuking, laughing, weeping. Living life. Pouring into people who would turn around, pour it back out, and change the world. Ordinary people who watched, listened, and followed Jesus and became transformed. Lives interrupted by God, taking them from ordinary to radical. And it has left me longing.
For a life interrupted. A life discipled by Jesus.
So back to the gospels I go. To the beginning. To hear with my eyes and receive in my heart transforming discipleship. I will write what I learn because that is the compulsion that lives in me. But I don’t want to just have something to write about. I want something to live about. Something that turns ordinary into radical.
Why now? I’m 51 and have been following Jesus for twenty-two years. Why now am I going back to the gospels to learn Jesus all over again?
Because God didn’t breathe the words “retirement” or “no longer relevant”.
Because I believe the best is yet to come.
Because I like the chase. And so does He.
Because I know He can take my breath away. Breathless. I want that again.
Because He is enough but I can’t get enough of Him.
Because He is more and I want more.
Because I’m not ready to sit down and be quiet. Because I’m a middle aged dog and I want new tricks and Jesus is always teaching, always discipling.
Because the Gospels fascinate me. Fascinated with Jesus. I need that again.
Because there is more and I’m not done yet.